Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Of course it is different.

She is not from this world.

Although she never thought of completely changing the world influenced by feudal ideology, she really didn't want to be reduced to dust in feudal ethics.

A thin rain curtain surrounded the two of them, Xia Bai'an turned his head to the side, raised his face slightly to meet Wu Yue's eye.

"We are all human beings, and we will all be the same in the future. You have to think that one day people will live in this world as equals, regardless of their occupations."

May pursed her lips: "Will this day really happen?"

"Who knows, but only if you think this way, ordinary people can live differently." Xia Bai'an smiled at her, covered the blindfold on her face with her fingertips, and rubbed it lightly, "Some things don't have to be done completely. Yes. But it is important to have a thought and pursuit.”

For the first time, May didn't move away the hand that touched her eyes.

The two returned to the mansion side by side, and Xia Bai'an drifted away from Wu Yue like a gust of wind.

Holding the wet oil-paper umbrella, Wu Yue thought about every word Xia Bai'an said. She didn't know if such a world would exist, and she didn't have any pursuits or ideals. She just wanted to wait until one day to kill those nobles and give the tribe brothers and sisters for revenge.

But now, she always felt that she should do something.

Xia Bai'an had no idea how much waves his words caused in Wu Yue's heart.

She went straight to the unoccupied West Wing, and was going to brew some high-quality wound medicine here. She ordered someone to call Mo Che and told him: "Tomorrow I will go to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and give it to Young Master Yunjing." To send clothes and wound medicine, first to win over the relationship, and then wait for Ao Pingchuan to do something, so I can have a reason to come to the door to speak."

"I'll go with you."

"It's not necessary. You are hiding your identity now. Although you may not have met the prime minister back then, who knows if there will be some coincidence that suddenly reveals your identity. If the prime minister is a person loyal to the emperor, I'm afraid I won’t help you hide your identity.”

Xia Bai'an shook his head.

Mo Che stepped forward, squatted beside her calmly, wiped some sweat from her forehead, and looked at the medicine jar amidst the gurgling sound.

"You always think about me like this. Don't you have anything you want to do when you arrive in the capital?"

"Of course there is. However, I will do what I want to do myself, so you don't have to worry too much about me." Xia Bai'an smiled sweetly, but leaned in front of Mo Che meaningfully, staring at his cold eyes. Dan Fengyan, "It's you, why are you so gentle all of a sudden? Could it be that the sky is raining red today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Bai'an was lightly flicked on the forehead by Mo Che.

Xia Bai'an covered his forehead and returned to the medicine jar, giving him a helpless glance.

Mo Che said with a cold face, "You and I, husband and wife, care about each other, what's wrong?"

"Yes, yes, what you say is what you say, but don't do it."

"If you don't speak so outrageously, I won't do it."

"Whatever you say makes sense."

"It made a lot of sense."

The two were bickering in the empty west wing room, and Xia Bai'an suddenly felt that the time to boil the medicine seemed to be speeding up, the smile on her face became softer and gentler, and the gloomy expression in Mo Che's eyes became more and more serious.

Until the two of them were almost shoulder to shoulder, Xia Bai'an almost leaned on his shoulder and hummed a ditty.

Mo Che couldn't sit still, and slowly stood up.

Xia Bai'an blinked blankly, then straightened his body and looked at him: "Are you going to be busy again?"

"Well, I'll ask Wu Yue to come and stay with you later."

"...I don't really need someone to accompany me."

Xia Bai'an touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably.

Mo Che curled his lips, turned and left.

When leaving, Xia Bai'an suddenly felt a slight coolness coming from the back of her neck. She was startled, and hurried to look at Mo Che's back, but she couldn't see anything: "Oops, is there something wrong with the blackening sensor recently?" ?”

At the corner, Mo Che's eyes were filled with a heavy blackness.

His fingertips brushed over the place where Xia Bai'an leaned on just now, and the darkness in his eyes deepened a bit.

Not yet.

He hasn't grown to the point where he can completely protect Xia Bai'an.

You can't lock her by your side yet.

He suppressed the darkness in his heart again, but saw May waiting for him not far away.

"I think, master, you should know about today's incident in Jishitang," Wu Yue said.

Mo Che stepped forward, and when Wu Yue told him everything that happened today, his face completely sank.

And May just left a sentence: "She was wronged, didn't she tell you?"

Mo Che was dumbfounded for a moment.

Wuyue got the answer, but left with a sigh and an oiled paper umbrella.

Mo Che rubbed his forehead with some headaches. Old memories were churning in his mind. He walked into the room step by step, and took out the jade pendant he had been wearing before.

The jade pendant was slightly cold in the hand, there was a small opening in one corner, if you look closely, you can still see the purple awns flowing in the gap, like a living thing.

Mo Che rubbed the jade pendant with his fingertips, until his fingertips were rubbed with a faint tingling pain, then he slowly restrained his expression.

Outside the door, A Gao had already stood in front of the door at some point, staring at the jade pendant in Mo Che's hand, knelt down extremely slowly, resting his palm on his chest, and lowered his head: "Are you finally ready to do it?"

"I'm just a teacher of the academy now, so I can't help you fulfill your wishes." Mo Che sneered.

A Gao still hung his head, paused every word, and said very seriously: "You have no choice, and neither do we. Even if we can't achieve what we want, we will be loyal to you."

Mo Che also looked at A Gao.

If someone looks closely, they can find that A Gao's bones are still somewhat different from those of some people in Li Guo. For example, his skeleton is a little narrower, but his face is softer.

Mo Che narrowed his eyes: "I have been dormant for a long time, so I might as well give it a try as you wish."

"As you wish."

A Gao nodded slightly, got up silently and backed out.

And Mo Che went to the table, wrote a letter, and hid it in the white paper with a potion. Finally, he took out the jade pendant, dipped some ink, and printed the seal of Panlong on the paper.

When the heavy rain stopped for a while, two plump white pigeons landed steadily by his window.

Mo Che hid the letters and seals in two different bamboo tubes, and fed some cakes to the white pigeons. Only then did the two white pigeons fly away and quickly disappeared from sight.

The white pigeon crossed the sky above the capital, fluttered its wings and flew over the high city wall, overlooking the moat, and swooped all the way into the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Beijing, where it landed in the hands of a black shadow.

Behind him, the voices of the officers and soldiers could be vaguely heard: "If you catch it, kill it on the spot!"

But the black shadow put the white pigeon and the letter in his arms, pulled up his hood, and went deep into the dense forest without a sound.